Friday, June 19, 2026

Father's Day Tribute: Western Romance Heroes Who Are Great Dads

 


Western romance heroes are known for a lot of things. Broad shoulders. A steady hand in a crisis. The ability to look good covered in trail dust. But some of my favorite heroes I've ever written carry a quieter kind of strength—the kind that shows up in how a man treats the children in his care. 

Father's Day feels like the right time to celebrate them. 

In a genre built around rugged individualism and frontier survival, a hero who is also a devoted father stands out. He isn't just protecting his heroine—he's shaping the next generation, often while grieving, rebuilding, and learning how to love again. That combination of toughness and tenderness is, in my opinion, some of the richest material a Western romance can offer. 

Here is a look at some of the heroes and stories in my books where fatherhood—or the desire for it—plays a meaningful role. 

Travis Boyd: The Rancher Who Dreamed of Family 

In To Capture Her Heart (Loving a Rancher, Book 6), rancher Travis Boyd isn't just looking for a wife. He is looking for a family. He dreams of a loving home filled with children, and when widow Vanessa Worthington arrives in Montana with her children in tow, he sees the possibility of everything he's wanted. 

What makes Travis a hero worth celebrating on Father's Day is that he doesn't treat Vanessa's children as a complication. He treats them as part of the package—and part of the promise. That kind of wholehearted welcome, especially in an era when a man had little legal or social obligation to another man's children, says everything about his character. 

Vanessa has been betrayed before and is understandably wary. Travis has to earn her trust not just as a man, but as someone she can trust to care for her children. That's a higher bar, and he rises to meet it. 

Forrest Clanahan: A Father Trying to Heal 

Snare His Heart (Loving a Rancher, Book 7) features Forrest Clanahan, a widower whose heart closed down after his wife died in a fire. He has children who need a mother, and that need is part of what draws him to advertise for a bride. But Forrest isn't simply looking for household help—he is trying to rebuild a life that grief nearly destroyed. 

Heroes like Forrest remind me why widower stories resonate so deeply with readers. He has already loved. He has already lost. He is still standing, still getting up every morning for those children, still putting one boot in front of the other. That kind of quiet, persistent devotion is its own form of heroism—and it doesn't require a gunfight to prove it. 

When Addie Ryan arrives, jilted and starting over herself, the two wounded souls have to figure out whether they can build something real together. The children aren't background detail in that process. They are part of what makes the stakes so high. 

Joel Stone: The Sheriff Who Protects What Matters Most 

In Bluebonnet Bride (Men of Stone Mountain, Texas, Book 3), Sheriff Joel Stone finds himself drawn to Rosalyn, a widow hiding from a false conviction and raising her young daughter, Lucy, largely on her own. 

Joel isn't Lucy's father. But the way he steps up to protect both mother and child—knowing the danger it puts him in, knowing the complications it adds to his life—speaks to the kind of man he is. A man who sees a child in a vulnerable situation and does not look away. That instinct to shelter and defend, extended to a little girl who has no claim on him, is one of the most quietly moving things a Western hero can do. 

Fatherhood isn't always biological. Sometimes it's a choice made in a difficult moment, and Joel makes it without hesitation. 

Butch Parrish: Standing Between a Family and Disaster 

Winter Bride (Men of Stone Mountain, Texas, Book 4) gives us Sheriff Butch Parrish, who steps in to protect Kendra Murdoch and the three children she is desperately trying to keep safe after her sister's murder. 

Butch doesn't have to take on that responsibility. He could do his job, file the report, and keep a professional distance. Instead, he commits—to Kendra's protection and to the safety of those children. The stakes couldn't be higher, and Butch carries them. 

What I love about heroes like Butch is that they show fatherhood as something that can begin before a wedding ring, before a legal tie, before any official claim. It begins with the decision to show up and stand firm for someone who needs you. 

The Murdoch Men: A Household Transformed 

Murdoch's Bride (Loving a Rancher, Book 3) takes a slightly different angle on family. When Charity Kelso and her companions are stranded in a blizzard and taken in by Logan Murdoch, the all-male Murdoch household gets turned upside down. 

There's something I've always enjoyed about writing men who are entirely unprepared for the domestic reality of women and children in their lives—and who rise to meet it anyway. The disruption of a bachelor household by people who need care and community is its own kind of frontier story, and the men who respond with generosity rather than resentment are heroes in the truest sense. 

Why I Write These Heroes 

I didn't set out to write a series of essays about fatherhood in Western romance. But looking back across my books, I notice that the heroes who have stayed with me longest are often the ones carrying the weight of family—children who depend on them, homes they are trying to build, futures they are working to protect. 

The frontier was not a sentimental place. A bad harvest, a harsh winter, or a single outbreak of illness could undo years of work. In that environment, a man who chose to love a child—whether his own or someone else's—was making an act of real courage alongside the everyday acts of survival. 

That's the kind of hero I want to write. And on Father's Day, that's the kind of man worth celebrating. 

Thursday, June 18, 2026

Recipe for Murder by Marla A. White

 

 


Welcome to Pine Cove.

The Mayor is a dog, B&B guests are fugitives, and the pancakes are burnt. 


Recipe For Murder

A Pine Cove Mystery Book 2

by Marla A. White

Genre: Cozy Mystery



Mel O'Rourke traded her LAPD badge for the quiet life, running a bed-and-breakfast in tiny, quirky Pine Cove.

But when Jackson Thibodeaux, the charming café owner who broke her heart, stumbles back into town, her tranquil second act is toast. While attending a culinary academy in New Orleans, Jackson found the body of a classmate. The police rule it a suicide, but Mel’s instincts—and Jackson’s near miss with a bullet—scream murder.
Between a cooking school full of shady suspects, a reformed cat burglar for a sidekick, and a complicated love triangle involving the deputy sheriff, Mel has her hands full.

Perfect for fans of the sweetness of Jenn McKinlay and the snark of Elle Cosimano’s Finlay Donovan.

 

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“Dang, woman. You want to take my certification test for me?” She noticed with no small amount of satisfaction that, although he’d done a decent job, she’d bested him. Again.

“You’ll do fine,” she teased as she ejected the clip, put the gun down, and began to reload. Even with the EZ loader she’d gotten as a birthday gift from her parents a few years ago, she struggled to get the bullets in. Her father, an ex-cop himself, thought her lack of dexterity was hilarious.

“Here, let me help you.” Gregg closed the distance between them, standing so close she felt the heat of his body. The tang of cordite, pine trees, and the summer blooms scattered around the outdoor firing range tickled her nose, conspiring to make the moment sort of romantic as his rough, calloused hands met hers. The thought sent a zing of electricity through her that she couldn’t quite explain. Before this got any weirder, she stepped away.

“Gah, I could hear the ‘little lady’ part of that statement even without you saying it. I’ve got this, thanks anyway.”

Rather than be offended, he laughed. They continued practicing their firearm skills for another twenty minutes until Gregg complained the sound of Mel’s stomach rumbling was loud enough to be heard even through his protective ear gear. “It’s throwing off my aim. Are you ready to call it a day?” She felt the heat rise to her cheeks in embarrassment. “Pizza?”

“You haven’t by chance changed your stance on the sushi spaghetti combo restaurant, have you?”

He laughed. “No way. You’re welcome to a sausage caterpillar roll. It’s a hard pass for me. Besides, the pizza joint carries Redrum beer.”

As they headed to his car, she teased him. “You can’t fool me, you’re a secret wine lover. And you “know the name for a type of sushi? I’m impressed.”

She slammed into him when he suddenly stopped walking. He turned and glanced down at her, standing a good six inches taller. There was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he put one hand out to steady her, the other to her lips. “Shh, I have a reputation to protect.”

For a moment, it looked like he was going to move in to kiss her. For a moment, Mel wanted him to. But whatever spark had been in his eyes wavered to uncertainty, and he ushered her to his car without another word.

****

“You’d better hope your boss never finds out you know all the words to that musical or he’ll insist on drug testing you.” Mel laughed as Gregg opened the lobby door for her, still murmuring away in a surprisingly pleasant singing voice. She didn’t normally wait for any man to open a door, but her hands were full, holding the box of pizza they’d gotten to bring back for the vultures she knew would be waiting for her at the inn. He held the door with one hand, a bottle of wine they planned on sharing while binging episodes of a British cop series they loved gripped in the other.

As she expected, Gemma, Grandma, and Poppy materialized from the great room at a speed that suggested they’d been sitting near the window watching for their return. Their grim expressions, however, made her stop short. “All right, out with it. Why are you three acting so weird? We’re twenty feet inside the door, and there hasn’t been one smart ass remark yet. Who died?” When no one answered, a cold dread bloomed in the pit of her stomach. She might have dropped the pizza if Poppy hadn’t snatched it out of her numb hands. “Seriously, is everyone okay? Did something happen? Is it Liam?”

“No, Mel, it’s me,” a voice said with a distinctly more pronounced Southern drawl than he’d had the last time they spoke. An exhausted, pale, but determined Jackson emerged from the shadows, rubbing at his temple as if to ease an ache. “I really need your help.”

Relief, anger, hope, and about a dozen other emotions Mel couldn’t identify came crashing down all at once. “I’m going to need you to open that wine,” she told Gregg.

He twisted the top off with his bare hand since their favorite brand of chardonnay didn’t use a “cork. “Done,” he said as he handed her the chilled bottle, the outside damp with sweat.

She took a healthy gulp straight out of the bottle before addressing Jackson. “All right, out with it. What do you want, and it better be good after the bullshit you pulled on me.”

“There’s been a murder.”




Framed For Murder

A Pine Cove Mystery Book 1


After a life-changing injury, Mel O’Rourke trades in her badge for bed sheets, running a B & B in the quirky mountain town of Pine Cove. Her peaceful life is interrupted when an old frenemy, the notorious and charismatic cat burglar, Poppy Phillips, shows up on her doorstep, claiming she’s been framed for murder. While she’s broken plenty of laws, Mel knows she’d never kill anyone. Good thing she’s a better detective than she is a cook as she sets out to prove Poppy's innocence.

The situation gets complicated, however, when the ruggedly handsome Deputy Sheriff Gregg Marks flirts with Mel, bringing him dangerously close to the criminal she’s hiding. And just when her friendship with café owner Jackson Thibodeaux blossoms into something more, he’s offered the opportunity of a lifetime in New Orleans. Should she encourage him to go, or ask him to stay? Who knew romance could be just as hard to solve as murder?

 

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Mel gaped slack-jawed at her brother, whose palm covered his face. “Why did you kidnap Grandma?”

“I did not—ugh!” He answered from behind his hand before shaking off his frustration and moving to the back seat of the truck to grab their bags. “Mom forced me to bring her. That’s what the delay was all about. She’s been driving her crazy, and then this morning she lit the kitchen on fire.”

“She what?!”

“I wasn’t there, so I don’t know exactly, something about the toaster and a curtain. Anyway, Mom convinced her she should come help you out and halfway up the mountain she wove this kidnapping story.”

“Help me? How, by greeting guests with her charming personality?” She loved her grandmother, but her salutation and scathing condemnation of the inn with just one glance were pretty mild for the old woman. When she really got on a tear, the best thing was to go to a movie until she wore herself out.

“Beats me but pro tip, do not let her in the kitchen.” Balancing the bags in one hand, Liam enveloped her with his free arm. “At least, not until we make sure the insurance covers curtain fires.”

“No need to worry, I just hired someone today who is great in the kitchen.”

He looked at her askance. “Great as in better than you or someone who is actually a good cook?”

“Shut up.” She laughed in response to the insult. “The guests this morning raved about the food. For however long she stays, I think she’ll be a plus in the breakfast department, anyway.”

“Where did you find this culinary genius? Did you put out an ad already?” He held the door open for Mel and they entered the lobby.

“We didn’t, she found me.” She looked around. “Where’s Grandma?”

The echoes of laughter led the siblings into the Great Room where their grandmother sat in front of the fireplace chatting away with Poppy. They turned toward Mel and Liam as they entered.

“Mel, your mother is a hoot,” she gushed.

She narrowed her eyes at the alleged ex-thief, who had to know perfectly well the woman in front of her was too old to be her mother. Grandma O, however, took the compliment to heart and patted Poppy’s hand, gracing her with one of her rare beaming smiles.

To Mel’s surprise, Liam skidded to a dead halt. She turned back to see why and received the icy blast of the unmistakable storm in his eyes. She’d seen the same dark expression in the mirror when she was furious. What did he have to be so angry about? Before she could ask, he dropped their bags and launched into full hissy fit mode.

“You!” he bellowed at Poppy.

The brunette seemed sincerely surprised at his response. Swiveling her head to see who else was in the room and finding no one, she met his gaze and pointed to herself with an exaggerated, “Who, me?” expression.

Her brother spun, targeting his rage at her. “Don’t tell me this is who you hired?”

“You’re only being a grump because you haven’t tried her bacon,” she joked, hoping to deflate the situation. Years of trying to nail her for any number of jobs she’d pulled off had frustrated Mel, but she had to admit she always liked her style. Despite her suspicions when she found Poppy in the lobby this morning, so far she’d been nothing but charming and kind of fun, so what had she done to piss off easy-going Liam in the two minutes since they met?

Her brother crossed his arms, stubbornly jutting out his square jaw. “There’s no way that woman is working here. She nearly killed you once, I’m not giving her a second chance.”

“You two have met?” The information surprised her, so she let the macho b.s. slide for now. She didn’t need anyone to protect her, but his anger rolled off him so calling him on his chauvinism skittered close to throwing gasoline on a fire.

“We had to watch her on the news sound bites, taking her bows for saving your life, while you lay in that hospital bed, broken and in agony.” Mel had never seen his eyes blaze with such fury before. She’d been so focused on her own suffering she’d never thought about what her family had gone through. Liam clearly had been carrying steamer-trunk sized baggage. “Nobody bothered to mention she’s the one who put you in danger in the first place. Or that you’re crippled for life, thanks to her.”

“Crippled?” Poppy’s brows furrowed, her eyes darkening.

“Easy, drama queen,” Mel snarled, “nobody’s crippled.”

“We used to go rock climbing and now you can’t even mount a set of stairs without getting dizzy.” His exasperation exploded as he paced to the far end of the Great Room to stare out the floor-to-ceiling glass door at the patio and brook beyond. What really hurt was he sounded more bummed out for himself losing a climbing partner than concerned about her.

“Is that true?” Poppy sprang up.

“I’m working on it.” Embarrassed by the whole conversation, she busied herself with tidying the morning newspapers the guests had left strewn around the sitting area.

“She nearly killed you, she’s not working here,” Liam repeated without turning away from the view outside.

Grandma O’Rourke rose to her feet with more nobility than agility, stood between her two grandchildren, and pronounced, “I like her, and I say she stays,” before tottering off to the kitchen in a self-professed search for the infamous bacon.

Of course, she liked Poppy, she just paid her a huge compliment. Never mind if she was guilty of what Liam accused her of doing or not. After putting the last section of the newspaper back in place, Mel noticed the below the fold story on the front page and tightened her fist until she almost tore the paper in two.

Scientist Killed in Daring Heist





Marla White is an award-winning novelist who prefers killing people who annoy her on paper rather than in real life. Her first full-length mystery novel, “Cause for Elimination,” placed in several contests including Killer Nashville, The RONE Awards, The Reader’s Favorite, and finishing second in the Orange County Romance Writers for Romantic Suspense. Originally from Oklahoma, she lived in a lot of other states before settling down in Los Angeles to work in the television industry.  She currently teaches at UCLA Extension and gives seminars about the art of script coverage. When she’s not working on the next book, she’s out in the garden, hiking, cheering on the LA Kings, or discovering new craft cocktails.  

 

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Monday, June 15, 2026

Abigail Trench by Randy Overbeck


Abigail Trench
by Randy Overbeck

Book Blurb:

A vivid, propulsive Revolutionary-era thriller with the spy-craft verve of the streaming hit TURN: Washington’s Spies and the electricity of 1776’s New York that Hamilton lovers will recognize, this story is inspired by the lone female operative in Washington’s spy ring. 
 
In occupied New York, a schoolteacher with everything to lose turns information into a weapon, threading between Redcoats and rebels as plots against Washington gather steam. 
 
After rogue Redcoats assault her and strip her family’s Long Island farm, Abigail Trench fights to survive in New York City—tutoring in a high-ranking British officer’s Water Street household by day, navigating taverns, informants, and soldiers by night. Through Abigail’s keen eyes—and a counter-narrative following a principled British major—the novel renders the moral gray zones of occupation with gritty intimacy. As rumors swirl of a strike at General Washington, Abigail’s vantage inside upper-crust parlors and rough waterfront rooms makes her an ideal courier—and a target.  
 
This historical thriller delivers high tension, textured world-building, and a captivating heroine who put it all on the line for freedom. 

Excerpt:

When she came down Queen Street on the edge of Manhattan, she 
spotted a small crowd gathering in front of a house—an unusual sight 
lately. She’d noticed the house a few times on her trips to and from 
the Monteiths’. It was a handsome two-story structure with white 
clapboard siding and two chimneys, set back from the road, a small 
open meadow between it and the other buildings. While nowhere near
as grand as the Hamptons’ mansion, this house stood out, far finer 
than most homes in Manhattan. Its most noticeable feature was a long 
porch running across the front. In the center sat two wooden chairs, 
perfect for rocking and taking in the view of the city and harbor be- 
yond. Some days, as she passed, she’d daydreamed about sitting in 
those cozy chairs, rocking in the sunset. 

Seeing the gaggle of people—locals, women and children, a few 
older men, and two Negroes standing next to young toughs who were 
likely dock workers—Abigail moved to cross the street. Exhausted, she
did not want to get caught up in whatever was happening. Halfway
across the dusty road, she heard a familiar voice. 

“Respectfully, sir, this is a really bad idea.” 

She recognized the bass tone of Major Parker Monteith, though 
he kept his voice low. Her curiosity now greater than her fatigue, she 
turned and headed toward the onlookers, stopping at the edge of the 
group to get a better look. 

Major Monteith said, “Sir, we only took control of the city a few 
days ago. Is this how we want the locals to view us?” 

Abigail’s gaze went from the Major to the house. On the porch, two 
figures sat in those rocking chairs she coveted—a middle-aged man 
and woman. No. She stared. The two were tied to the chairs, hands 
and feet bound to the wood, and were guarded by a pair of Redcoats, 
rifles at the ready. 

On the walkway running along the street, a third soldier was paint- 
ing two crude letters on the wood. As he finished and stood, Abigail 
looked past him. She recognized R and C. A clang drew her attention 
back to the structure. Two more soldiers, glass bottles in hand, banged
them against the siding. The men sloshed dark liquid onto the clap- 
boards. When they finished, they dumped more onto the porch floor 
and down the steps to the street. 

The Major stood close to another man in uniform, a smaller, obese 
officer whose large belly strained the silver buttons of his red great- 
coat. As she stared at the second officer, she noticed a long blue feather 
dangling from a coat button. A gust blew across the porch, making 
the feather flutter—a delicate motion so out of place in the grim scene. 

Abigail watched Monteith, posture stiff, sweep his gaze over the 
crowd. He gestured toward the house. “Colonel Hollister, I suggest this 
is far too drastic a measure,” he uttered through tight lips, obviously 
struggling to keep his voice under control. “This will only enrage the 
locals. It will give them more powder.” 

“Nonsense,” the older officer bellowed. 

Abigail supposed the man was Major Monteith’s superior. The 
obese man turned and glanced at the crowd. Abigail caught bloodshot 
brown eyes above a bulbous nose, a cigar dangling between puffy lips. 
The fingers of one hand played with the feather, flipping it over and 
over. 

Pulling the cigar from his mouth, the man used it to point at the 
house. “This will strike fear into their disloyal hearts. They’ll see what 
happens to those who collaborate with the rebels.” 

Abigail glanced again at the two sloppy letters painted in red on the 
walkway. R. C. Rebel Collaborator. 

Monteith asked, “Are we certain these two are collaborators? 

Colonel Hollister, what about a trial? Isn’t that what English justice 
calls for?” 

“Trial! Huh!” The Colonel puffed on his cigar and pulled it out 
again. “We caught these two red-handed. They were getting ready 
to pass information to the rebels.” He stabbed the cigar toward the

Major. “Your troops, Monteith. Caught them trying to pass details on 
troop placement to the damn rebels. You think we should allow that 
to happen?” 

“Of course not,” Monteith said. “But there has to be a better option 
than this.” 

“For these spies, this is precisely what they deserve,” the senior of- 
ficer announced. 

Abigail stared across at Major Parker Monteith. As if he could feel 
her eyes on him, the Major met her gaze. Though he made no move at 
first, Monteith’s eyes seemed to acknowledge her, his face a mask of 
disgrace. He shook his head slowly, his gaze shifting from his superior
to the house, then finally back to Abigail. He took a few quick steps 
and stopped next to her. 

“Miss Trench, this is not something you will want to see.” His head 
jerked back toward the prisoners. “This is not fit for a young woman 
to witness.” 

Abigail looked at Monteith, then nodded past him to the activity on 
the porch. “No one should witness this. I certainly don’t want to,” she 
said, steel in her voice. “But if British soldiers are going to commit such 
a heinous act, someone needs to witness it.” 

“War is ugly.” He shifted his feet, glancing back toward the house. 

“This is not my idea of war, but I am not in charge.” 

The fat Colonel hollered, “Are you two about finished?” Abigail 
turned to see the portly man gesture at the soldiers pouring liquid on 
the house. 

Shaking his head, Monteith retraced his steps and returned to his 
position flanking the structure. 

Hollister harrumphed. “Hurry up. I have a supper to get to. I understand the cook is preparing lamb for tonight.” He puffed one more time on the cigar. Indicating the two sentries standing behind the prisoners, he bellowed, “All right, you two men, better get off there.” 

Relief flooding their faces, the two Redcoats scurried off the porch. 

The brown liquid oozed down the walls and onto the floorboards. More of it lay in ugly pools on the wooden steps. Abigail swept her gaze from the officer holding the burning cigar to the porch drenched In fluid. A breeze carried a familiar, fishy odor from the house. It hit her—whale oil. The same oil used to light lamps at night. This British officer, this Colonel, was going to execute these two right here, in plain daylight. No, not merely execute them. He was going to torture them. Burn them. A modern version of burning at the stake. And Major Monteith was simply going to watch? 

Author Bio:


Dr. Randy Overbeck is an award-winning educator, bestselling author, popular podcaster and speaker in much demand. After serving children for almost four decades as teacher, college prof and school leader, he used those experiences and skills to craft captivating mysteries, thrillers and historical suspense. His novels have earned more than a dozen national awards including Thriller of the Year, Best Book Award, the Gold Award and Mystery of the Year and have garnered hundreds of five-star reviews on Amazon, Goodreads and BookBub.  

His newest novel, ABIGAIL TRENCH, is a historical suspense about the Revolutionary War, released June, 2026 by Diversion Books and distributed by Simon and Schuster.  

Dr. Overbeck is also the host of the popular podcast, Great Stories about Great Storytellers, which reveals the little known backstories of famous authors, directors and poets and ranks among the top 50% of all podcasts in the US. When he is not writing or podcasting, he is in much demand as a speaker, sharing informative and entertaining programs to more than 300 groups all over the country. 

 


 

Friday, June 12, 2026

When Romance Meets Mystery: My Favorite Crossover Reads


Some of my favorite reads don't fit neatly into one shelf. They belong in the Western romance section AND the mystery aisle at the same time—and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

There's something deeply satisfying about a story where the hero and heroine are falling in love while also trying to figure out who stole the cattle, who's been threatening the widow on the hill, or who left a body in the dry creek bed. The mystery raises the stakes. The romance gives you something to root for beyond the solution. Put them together and you've got the kind of book that keeps me up past my bedtime. 

If you love both romance and a good puzzle, I think you'll enjoy this reflection on why the combination works so well—and a look at some of the books I've written that lean into it. 

Why Romance and Mystery Work So Well Together 

Before I get to specific books, let me explain why I think these two genres are natural partners. 

Tension is the lifeblood of both. A good mystery keeps you guessing—who did it, why, and will anyone figure it out in time? A good romance keeps you guessing too—will these two stubborn, wounded people actually choose each other? When you stack those two layers of tension on top of each other, neither one lets the story sag in the middle. 

The Western setting adds pressure. In a frontier town, there may be no reliable law to speak of. Justice is uncertain. Help is a long ride away. That environment forces the hero and heroine together in ways that feel organic: they have to work as a team, trust each other, and rely on each other's strengths to survive—let alone solve a crime. 

Secrets deepen the romance. Mystery plots often hinge on someone hiding something. That secrecy bleeds beautifully into the romance. Is he hiding something about the crime—or about his past? Can she trust him with her heart if she can't be sure she can trust him with the truth? Those questions layer the relationship in ways that feel rich and real. 

My Own Crossover Reads: Where Romance Meets a Good Puzzle 

I'll confess: part of why I love writing Western romance is that I can layer in a mystery when the story calls for it. A threat, a secret, a crime that needs solving—those elements push characters into corners where their true nature shows. And what shows up in a crisis often becomes the foundation of real love. 

Here are some of my own books and series that blend romance with mystery, suspense, or a puzzle the characters have to work through together. 

The Pinkerton Matchmakers Series 

If you haven't found this series yet, let me introduce you. My Pinkerton Matchmakers books follow agents—men and women—working for the famous Pinkerton National Detective Agency in the post-Civil War West. Every book carries a built-in mystery: a case to solve, a criminal to catch, a dangerous situation to navigate. And underneath every investigation, there's a romance that grows through shared danger, hard choices, and moments of trust that neither character expected to need. 

When your hero is a detective and your heroine is tangled up in the case, every conversation carries extra weight. Is he asking because he cares, or because he's still working the investigation? That tension is exactly what I love to write—and, I hope, what you love to read. 

Death in the Perfect House and Death in the Graveyard 

These two books are as close to a straight crossover as I've written. A mystery that needs solving, a community with secrets, and characters whose relationships shift as the truth comes to light. If you enjoy cozy mysteries alongside your romance, these are worth adding to your list. 

The Men of Stone Mountain, Texas Series 

The Stone Mountain books aren't mysteries in the traditional sense, but there are threats, hidden pasts, and dangers that the hero and heroine have to face together before they can build a life. Brazos Bride, High Stakes Bride, and the rest of the series carry that undertow of tension that mystery readers often enjoy. 

The Kincaids Series 

Family secrets, complicated histories, and the kind of trouble that follows certain people no matter how far West they ride—the Kincaid books (The Most Unsuitable Wife, The Most Unsuitable Husband, The Most Unsuitable Courtship, Gabe Kincaid, and Monk's Bride) all carry threads that readers who love a good puzzle tend to appreciate. 

What Makes a Crossover Western Work 

Not every Western romance with a threat or a secret qualifies as a truly satisfying crossover read. In my opinion, the best ones share a few qualities. 

The mystery is real, not decorative. If the danger is resolved in two pages with no real consequences, it was a plot device rather than a genuine second storyline. The best crossover stories give the puzzle genuine weight: real stakes, real uncertainty, and a resolution that feels earned. 

The romance grows through the investigation. The two storylines should feed each other. The heroine's sharp eye for detail should help crack the case AND reveal something the hero didn't expect to admire. The hero's steadiness under pressure should keep them both safe AND show her she can lean on someone. If the romance and the mystery could be separated without losing anything, the book isn't really a crossover—it's two stories sharing a cover. 

The ending satisfies both promises. You showed up for love AND for answers. A great crossover gives you both, without sacrificing one for the other. When I reach the last page of a book like that, I put it down feeling genuinely satisfied—which is the highest compliment I know how to pay a story. 

What I Look For as a Reader 

When I pick up a Western romance with mystery elements—whether mine or someone else's—here's what I'm hoping for: 

  • A heroine who is clever enough to be a real partner in solving the problem, not just someone who needs rescuing. 
  • A hero whose protective instincts are tested by a threat that doesn't respond to strength alone. 
  • A villain or mystery that feels grounded in the historical period—land grabs, outlaw gangs, family feuds, or frontier justice gone wrong. 
  • At least one scene where the hero and heroine are stuck somewhere together, figuring things out side by side, and the attraction gets harder to ignore. 

I don't think that's too much to ask. The best crossover Westerns deliver all of it. 

What About You? 

I'd love to know: do you enjoy Western romances that include a mystery thread? Have you read any of my books that left you feeling like you got both a love story and a good puzzle? 

Leave a comment below and let's talk books. I'm always glad to hear which stories have stayed with you—and why. 

Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Above the Fold by Corrina Lawson


Above the Fold
by Corrina Lawson

Book Blurb:

In 1980s New York City, a crime reporter with little to lose risks the only thing that matters to uncover the truth.... 

Trisha Connell’s journalism reflects her punk rock lifestyle: relentless, confrontational, and bitingly honest. It’s a style that scores front-page headlines but has her forever teetering on the verge of victory or disaster. Now one crime will forever change Trisha’s life. 

As she charges into the story of a sensational theft at an art museum, she discovers a murdered guard is someone she knew, a former foster kid who was adopted and supposed to be living a good life. To make it worse, the guard is suspected to be one of the thieves. 

Determined to uncover the truth, Trisha bulls her way into the story, risking her life and career on what could be the story of the decade, if her editor doesn’t fire her first. She finds an ally in Edmund Grayson, a security expert assigned to the museum, who’s driven by his own guilt in failing to stop the murder. 

Chasing the story will take Trisha from the punk clubs to the high society to the inner workings of newspapers of New York in the 1980s. It will take all her street skills to survive. 

Excerpt:

 First Meet, Above the Fold 

The second man stepped forward and cut David off.  

From his voice, she’d pictured him as an older, retired cop but this guy was dressed like an upscale Wall Street trader. Still, classic rugged face and a nice head of hair, though peppered with gray.  

His tailored gray double-breasted suit showed off some seriously impressive shoulders. His white shirt was pristine, and he was wearing cufflinks, for God’s sake. Who the hell used those anymore? His wingtip shoes gleamed.  

He’d sounded angry and frustrated. But he looked calm and collected.  

“David. Fill me in. Now,” Wingtips said.  

David unclenched his hands. “You are so dead, Trish.” He sighed. “Edmund Grayson, this is my friend, Trisha Connell. She’s the crime reporter for the New York Herald. I’ve mentioned her before, remember?” He shook his head. “Trish, Edmund Grayson.”  

 Grayson? David’s boss? This was him? At least her sunglasses hid her shock. Given how David talked about him, she’d imagined Grayson as an uptight, humorless guy. Not some dignified, dynamic, and dangerous man in a suit.  

 “You brought a reporter here?” Grayson said. 

“I had nothing to do with it,” David muttered. 
 
“Hi.” She put out her hand to Grayson. 
 
He ignored the gesture. “You have two seconds to explain what you meant about where to start the search.” 
 
Oho. Yep, once a cop, always a cop, even if he had gone private. She took off her sunglasses and stared at him, holding the eye contact. Nice brown eyes. “I know how someone could break into the museum.”  

“How?” Grayson crossed his arms over his chest. 
 
“Whatever you’ve got, spit it out, Trish,” David said. 
 
“Get me into the museum and I’ll show you.”  

Grayson glared at her, impassive. “I could always call over the police have you arrested for trespassing.”  

She shrugged. “You could but then you wouldn’t know where the entrance to the hidden subway tunnel is.”  

Grayson snapped to attention and stepped closer to her, giving her a chance to study his face. His chiseled features would be attractive if his jaw wasn’t clenched shut.  

Okay, he was attractive despite that. 
 
“Where?” 
 
An order, not a request. “I’ll show you,” she repeated. “Inside.” 

He shook his head. “You want to go inside, give me more.” 
 
Aha. He’d taken the bait. Now they were just negotiating.  

“I’ve done stories on the homeless people who live in the subway tunnels. I learned about the entrance from them.” Okay, she’d lied on that one. But the truth of the sneaking in with Nicky wouldn’t add to her credibility and neither would the confession that she’d been homeless at the time herself.  

Grayson turned to David. “Can we trust her?”  

 David nodded. “Yeah, she’s a pain in the ass while working but she wouldn’t lie about something this important.”  

Grayson grunted. “We did a thorough security check of the museum last month and found no evidence of a hidden entrance.”  

She forced her hands to stop twitching for a cigarette. “The entrance is covered over by ordinary floor tiles. You’d never spot it if you didn’t already know it was there.”  

“Are you sure?” Grayson said, with no expression at all. A good poker face. She wondered what it would take to make him smile.  

“Positive.” Sorta. It had been a long time.  

He let her word hang in the air, appraising her, as if checking off points on a tally sheet in his head. “If you tell me where this tunnel entrance is, I’ll come back out and give you the full story of what happened. On the record.”  

Tempting. But no guarantee Kimba wouldn’t scoop her while she waited for Grayson. “I go inside or nothing. And while we negotiate, your murderer has more time to escape.”  

Grayson stared at her some more, his glare resembling a wolf sizing up his prey. She resisted the urge to growl at him just to see what he’d do.  

He glanced back over his shoulder at the main entrance. “The police aren’t going to let the three of us past them.”  

Gotcha! “I bet you know another way to get in.” 
 
His lips twitched, as if fighting a smile. “Maybe.” 
 
“Easier to apologize than ask permission,” she repeated. 
 
Surprisingly, he smiled. “All right. Follow me around this side.” 

Author Bio:


Corrina Lawson is an award-winning daily newspaper reporter with a degree in journalism from Boston University. She’s written paranormal, historical, and erotic romance, steampunk mysteries, and romantic suspense.  The Trisha & Grayson mysteries are her love letter to her favorite bantering crime-solving couples, such as Nick and Nora Charles, Jonathan and Jennifer Hart, and Castle and Beckett.  



 

Monday, June 08, 2026

Our Toxic Traits by Rebecca Christo

 

 


Some secrets are better left buried.

Others are waiting to pull you under.


Our Toxic Traits

by Rebecca Christo

Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense Thriller


Some secrets are better left buried. Others are waiting to pull you under.

Jill Davis is just trying to survive the hustle of New York City. As a private dog walker for the elite residents of an Upper East Side high-rise, she’s used to navigating the eccentricities of her wealthy clients. From the icy and demanding Briar Whitney, to the mysterious and unnervingly attractive Christopher Bennett. Jill prides herself on blending into the background; but in a city where everyone is watching, staying invisible is becoming a dangerous game.

While a serial killer that the media has dubbed the “Socialite Strangler” stalks the shadows of Central Park, Jill’s carefully curated life begins to unravel. A series of unexplained “glitches” in her daily routine, and a questioning detective suggest that the danger isn’t just in the park, but in the building where she works.

When a high-stakes Halloween party turns a theatrical hoax into a gruesome reality, Jill is thrust into the centre of a nightmare. Caught in a web of obsession and lethal deception, she must decide who to trust.

In a world where everyone is connected, there is nowhere left to hide. Can Jill break free before her own toxic traits and those around her, become her undoing?

 

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Avid dog lover and Author Rebecca Christo was born in Toronto, Ontario, where she developed an early love of both reading and writing. Of particular interest to her was creating a story with emotionally mature content that was still entertaining enough to be read for fun on a relaxing vacation. She hopes she’s succeeded with her very first published novel: Mirrored Wounds.

When she’s not travelling with her husband, Darcy Christo, Rebecca enjoys spending time with him, her children Ali, Brittany and Maxwell, and her puppies (Lucy and Winston) in Wasaga Beach, Ontario where she currently lives.

  

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Friday, June 05, 2026

Six Western Romance Novels That Feature Strong Friendships

 


One of the things I love most about writing Western romance is that love stories don't exist in a vacuum. Behind every hero and heroine is a web of people who matter to them—neighbors who show up with food in a crisis, friends who hold secrets close, and communities that close ranks around their own. Today I want to highlight six of my own books where friendship isn't just background; it's woven right through the heart of the story. 

Whether it's two young women helping each other escape a bad situation, a town full of neighbors rallying around a newcomer, or brothers whose loyalty saves a man's life, these are the friendships that make the love stories mean even more. 

 1. Josephine (Bride Brigade, Book 1) 

Josephine Nailor doesn't set out on her journey alone. When she spots a newspaper advertisement that offers a way out of an oppressive home situation, she brings her best friend, Ophelia, along. The two of them slip away together, making their way to Richmond and ultimately to the small town of Tarnation, Texas, as part of a group of seven young women gathered by the warm-hearted Lydia Harrison. 

The friendship between Josephine and her best friend is what makes her escape possible. She might not have been brave enough—or had the means—to go it alone. That bond between two women choosing hope over fear sets the tone for everything the Bride Brigade series becomes: a story about what women can do when they stand side by side. 

For readers, Josephine's love story with Michael Buchanan, the town's mayor and mercantile owner, is the romance at the center. But her friendship is the thread that gets her to the frontier in the first place. 

 2. Angeline (Bride Brigade, Book 2) 

Angeline Chandler has been disowned by her family, left alone and without resources after a brutal attack. In anyone's story, that would be a devastating place to start. But Lydia Harrison—Tarnation's kind and wealthy young widow—reaches out to Angeline and offers her a second chance: a place in the group of women traveling west to Texas. 

Lydia's friendship and generosity change the entire trajectory of Angeline's life. Without that outstretched hand, Angeline would have had nowhere to turn. In this story, friendship takes the form of one woman seeing the worth and the potential in another woman that her own family refused to see. 

I loved writing Lydia as a character who acts on her convictions. She doesn't just feel sorry for Angeline—she does something. In real frontier communities, that kind of active, practical friendship was often the difference between survival and despair, and I wanted to honor that truth in Angeline's story. 

 3. Cassandra (Bride Brigade, Book 3) 

By the third book in the Bride Brigade series, the women who have traveled together to Tarnation are beginning to form the kind of friendships that grow out of shared experience and shared risk. Cassandra's story involves a bold masquerade that requires the cooperation and loyalty of the people around her. 

One of my favorite things about writing the Bride Brigade books is watching this group of women become a community. They arrived as strangers, but by the time each one finds her own happily-ever-after, they've become the kind of friends who know each other's secrets and keep them faithfully. In Cassandra's book, that trust among the women is tested in ways that make the friendship feel hard-won and real. 

The entire Bride Brigade series is built around the idea of community—women supporting women, neighbors welcoming newcomers, and people building something together in a small Texas town. 

 4. Brazos Bride (Men of Stone Mountain, Texas, Book 1) 

Micah Stone's story begins in a dark place. He has been accused of his neighbor's murder, and he would almost certainly have been hanged if not for his two brothers stepping in on his behalf. That act of loyalty—brothers standing up for a man the rest of the community believed guilty—is the friendship that makes Micah's love story possible at all. 

When Hope comes to him with her proposal of a paper marriage, Micah carries the weight of a damaged reputation and his brothers' sacrifice. The men of the Stone family are a study in the kind of loyalty that doesn't ask for anything in return—you show up because that's what family and true friends do, even when it costs you something. 

I love placing strong male friendships and family bonds at the center of a Western romance because they show that heroes don't have to be lone wolves. A man who can be loved by his brothers and stand loyally beside them in return makes a more believable and more compelling hero. 

 5. The Most Unsuitable Husband (The Kincaids, Book 2) 

Sarah Kincaid is the kind of woman who simply cannot look away from someone who needs help. When she's traveling back to Kincaid Springs and encounters three orphaned children left out in the cold, she doesn't pass them by—she scoops them up and turns to the nearest person available, Nate Bartholomew, for help. 

That instinct to reach for community, to ask for help and give it freely, is at the heart of Sarah's character. She wants a home, a family, and a place in the life of her town—and she pursues those things not by pulling away from others, but by pulling people in. The orphans she rescues become the center of gravity for everything that follows. 

For me, Sarah represents the kind of frontier woman who builds her world deliberately: through kindness, through inclusion, and through the trust she extends even to people who haven't yet earned it. In a Western setting, that generous spirit was both a gift and a risk—and watching her navigate that tension is one of the great pleasures of this story. 

 6. Amanda's Rancher (Loving a Rancher, Book 1) 

Mara O'Sullivan's story begins with a promise made to a dying sister—the most binding kind of friendship there is. When circumstances end her sister's life, Mara steps forward to raise her niece as her own and to take her sister's place as Preston Kincaid's mail-order bride. 

That promise shapes everything Mara does in this book. She isn't acting for herself; she's honoring a bond with someone she loved and lost. The courage it takes to step into a stranger's life, in a place she's never been, with a child who is grieving, and a husband who doesn't know the truth—all of that flows from the loyalty she felt for her sister. 

For readers who love Western romances where the emotional stakes run deep before the love story even begins, Amanda's Rancher delivers on that promise. The friendship between sisters, though one of them is gone before the first chapter, casts a long, loving shadow over every choice Mara makes—and over the love she slowly, carefully builds with Preston. 

 Why Friendship Makes a Love Story Better 

I come back to friendship again and again in my Westerns because I believe the best love stories happen inside a life, not outside of it. Heroes and heroines who have loyal friends, protective siblings, and tight-knit communities feel more real to me—and I hope to you. 

On the frontier, friendship wasn't sentimental; it was practical and sometimes lifesaving. You helped your neighbor bring in the harvest because next season you might need the same help. You kept a friend's secret because you knew how quickly reputation could ruin a woman's options. You showed up after a loss because there was no one else to show up. 

When that kind of friendship exists in a story, the love that grows inside it feels rooted and believable. The hero has something to lose. The heroine has people who will notice if she disappears. And when the couple finally reaches their happy ending, it lands in a world where other people are glad for them—and so are you. 

I hope you'll pick up one of these books, or revisit an old favorite, and let yourself settle in to both the love story and the friendships around it.